I wrote an ugly verse
Could be bad, could be worse
It wasn’t well rehearsed
And wasn’t very good at first
But something told me to read it again
That is where my thoughts ascend
Into the stratosphere past Mars
Past the twinkling stars
Until it comes back around again
Stronger than before
Knocking at my door
Impossible to ignore
While letting out a gentle roar
This is where the plot digressed
In the ballroom, underdressed
Complete with cowboy boots and vest
Embarrassed, I confessed
I had written every word
After reading, I concurred
It was my handwriting in script
Which made me have to come to grips
As poetry spilled from out my lips
As I drift
        As I drift